long love becomes ill

Chapter 14 The Eldest Young Master Lets You Move to the Small Attic

It was already past dinner time when we returned to Li Mansion.

"Miss Fifth, have you eaten?" the butler asked with a smile when he saw her come back.

"No, I can simply get something to eat myself." Qing Huan said softly. She has never been able to keep a cold face for this old housekeeper who is slightly older and has always had a good attitude.

"The chef has already gone back at this point. If you need it, you can come to me at any time." The housekeeper nodded and smiled. He didn't stop him, and decided to give the young man some room to play.

"One more thing, Fifth Miss might want to change rooms. The Eldest Young Master sent some famous paintings from his collection to be placed next to the study room, so Fifth Miss might have to live in the attic on the top floor." The old butler said in a tone. Relaxed, said apologetically.

Qing Huan froze for a moment, then walked to her previous room, and after a long time, all the furniture and furnishings inside disappeared, and the room was converted into a studio with seven or eight paintings.Qing Huan's complexion was a little pale, she stood at the door without saying a word.

The house layout of the Li mansion is not comparable to the luxurious villas that the Li family bought outside. The number of rooms is limited, and they are all strictly based on status.

Her status in the Li family was too humble, and she lived in a house converted from a storage room on the first floor. Now that Li Shenmu has occupied her room, the only thing she can live in is the small attic on the top floor.

Li Shenmu opened up a hanging garden on the top floor of Li Mansion, and the small attic was originally a place to put some flowers and plants.

Qing Huan doesn't care where she lives, she just lives in the small attic, very close to Li Shenmu's bedroom on the top floor, and then she will really be in a tiger's mouth.

"I have sent people to take all the things to the small attic. Don't worry, Fifth Miss. The small attic has been tidied up. It is clean and elegant, and it is facing the small garden in the sky. How about I take Fifth Miss up to have a look?" the old housekeeper asked.

Qing Huan shook her head, tried her best to force a smile, and said with some frustration: "No, I'll get some food first, you can go get busy."

The old butler withdrew.Qing Huan sighed, went into the kitchen, found some noodles from the refrigerator, and made a simple tomato beef noodle.

When she came out with the noodles, she bumped into Li Shenmu standing in the side hall.

Li Shenmu was wearing a coffee-colored bathrobe and was standing in front of the window making coffee. When he saw her coming out, his deep and narrow phoenix eyes swept over, his handsome face expressionless.

Seeing his gloomy face, Qing Huan's heart trembled slightly, she stabilized her mind, and forced herself to sit at the dining table, eating beef noodles.

One was making coffee quietly, the other was eating noodles in silence. In the quiet side hall, it was unusually quiet and harmonious.

The two who met each other were either mocking each other or being indifferent to each other, and they were still rolling together last night, wanting to live and die.

When it comes to human face and animal heart, hypocrisy, each of the Li family is a master.

This bowl of noodles tasted very tasteless, after about 5 minutes, Qing Huan couldn't eat any more, so she picked up the bowl and went to the kitchen.

"Don't put coriander in the future." The man said indifferently.

Qing Huan paused, and said coldly: "You have occupied my room."

"Paintings are more expensive, tens of millions per painting." Li Chenmu raised his thin lips, took a sip of coffee, and said without changing his expression.

Those paintings were just a temporary idea of ​​his, and they were airlifted here in order to have a legitimate reason for her to sleep on the top floor. Now that he is old and lacks a woman, he has ready-made ones at home, so he can use them conveniently.

Qing Huan couldn't guess his intentions, the top floor was Li Shenmu's territory, thinking of this man's crazy and unrestrained bed affairs, his face immediately turned ugly.

She lowered her eyes and brushed past him. Before she could take a step, someone pinned her wrist. The man's voice was low and scary.

"What happened to your forehead?"

(End of this chapter)